Stop, Was Her Sign
She told me she was a Virgo.
Which I informed her was impossible.
Being she already and birthed three children.
Which only serves as proof women truly have beautiful smaller brains.
Sometimes I wonder when she ignores my texts and refuses to meet.
Just how often can that woman truly be washing her hair?
If cleanliness were next to godliness, she would certainly have some high altitude real estate.
I once had common sense, I kind of promise.
Cheers.
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